𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

17) Ludic

Ludic (adjective) [loo-dik]
Playful in an aimless way

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Gosh, you're obsessed with him!" You rolled your eyes and smiled. You were talking to your best friend, [y/bf/n], on the phone. She kept asking questions about your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry that you've got Dylan O'brien as a boyfriend!" She replied and you laughed. "Well..." You trailed off.

You admired Dylan like anything. You loved him with every fibre in your body. He was the one for you and he didn't feel anything less.

"Okay, last question... where is he?" Your friend questioned and you thought for a moment. "He said that he was going to get us something to eat but he hasn't returned," You answered, "I better call him or something."

"Yeah okay. Talk to you later then!" [y/bf/n] said and you ended the call. You searched for Dylan in your contacts and dialed the number. You waited for a few seconds but no one picked up.

Worry crept into you. You shook it off and messaged him, asking where he was. You stared at your phone, tapping the back of it.

Nothing. No reply.

Just then, there was a loud thud on the main door. Your heart thumped, hesitant to open the door.

Maybe it's Dylan, you thought.

You stood up and walked towards the door. You opened it slowly and sighed with relief to find your boyfriend standing there with a huge smile.

He held a bag in one hand and a big shoe box in the other. "Hey babe," he said as you helped him with the bag. He walked inside as you placed the bag on the table.

"I was worried sick! Seriously, answer your damn phone!" You said and sighed. Dylan placed the box on the table and walked towards you.

"I'm sorry love. I was just... busy,"He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck. "Dylan..." you moaned. He made the hairs on your neck stand straight.

You placed your arms around his neck and were about to kiss him when the box on the table moved.

"What the..." you said and walked towards the table. "I guess I should tell you what's in the box," Dylan said, "Close your eyes!"

You did as you were told and stood still with excitement. Even though you couldn't see anything, you could sense what was happening.

You heard Dylan remove the lid of the box. There was some rustling sound until Dylan said, "Open your eyes!"

"OH MY GOD! DYLANNN!" You squealed. He held two of the most adorable long haired ginger kittens. You loved cats and you adored kittens.

He handed you one of them, its soft fur coat touched your skin. "I found them at a shelter as I was coming back with our lunch. Someone left the litter at the shelter. This one's a boy and the other one's a girl," Dylan explained, first motioning to the one in his hand then to mine, "I couldn't help taking them. They're too cute!"

"They're ours to keep?" You asked as you pet the kitten. "Of course! If you don't mind..." Dylan replied and you hugged him. "Of course I don't!" You said, "Thank you Dylan! You're the best!" He smiled and kissed your head.

You placed the ginger kitten on the floor and Dylan did the same. He gave you a confused look before you ran towards your bedroom. You looked through the drawers and found a small woolen ball.

You ran back into the hall and smiled as you watched Dylan, sitting on the floor, playing with the kittens.

You threw the ball and immediately, the kittens started to play. They chased it then pushed it away with their paws and chased it again. They played with each other two and you couldn't help but giggle at how cute they are.

Dylan stood up and grinned. "They're going to keep us quite occupied," He commented and you kissed his cheek. "What should we name them?" You asked.

"Well... I'm starving. I think my brain is going to function better after eating," Dylan answered, "We should eat first."